Forest trail spring 2 (1)

“I don’t know.”

Words like aspirin

stuck in the throat.


But I try them out

roll them around on my tongue

until suddenly

they turn to cherry ice cream!


The more I say them

the more I glide.

I don’t know.

I don’t know.


I don’t know

what’s best for you

or for me.


When I can’t say them

I am bound

by the straightjacket

of my will.


Saying “I don’t know,”

I drop to my Beloved’s feet

because in those words

I’m confirming

only You do.

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